Making a Garden a poem I wrote to an assignment back in 2010

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Making a Garden




Gardening tools, plants and seeds, all lined up in pretty rows, on shelves in our store.
Spring is in the air; soon someone will turn the ground once more.



Once we planted pretty flowers along our porch. These grew very tall because of the mulch.
Flowers so pretty, and colorful, blues, yellows, reds and even some pink, stems so thin, flowers so full thanks to the dark leafy mulch.



Going to the store such a temptation to buy so many seeds-
Pretty packages of plants, flowers, and even weeds...



But the price is so cheap; I can buy ten packages of seeds for only a dollar.
But then someone tells me, "You know, you can buy a big pack of seeds at the feed store". You'll save some money so says this scholar.



So we rush to the feed store, we see the pretty plants outside.
And we see the gardening tools, and even farming tools, and a shelf of little brown bags. Little pouches fat and wide.



No pretty pictures on these packages. Just words printed or scribbled on each bag.
Expecting I should know how to plant these little seeds. So I purchase several little bags.



There are so many seeds in these little bags, much more than the ten cent bags.
So now I see what a bargain it is to shop at the local feed store. So I begin to nag.



I want to go to the feed store and buy some seeds to go with the pretty packages I bought at Wal-Mart.
So my darling husband obliges me although we've no space to plant them all, he sighs, as I fill our cart.



Then we come home, and he tries once again to explain.
But I tell him, you know how to plant things and make them grow. So please plant the blueberry bushes, along the lane.



Seeing I'm not hearing he asks "do you know how much ground it takes to plant all those seeds"?
"No, not really," I answer. But "I" know you can plant them all for me. There will be no room for weeds.



So my darling husband goes to work planting up our yard.
Planting seeds, planting plants, often wondering who dealt him this card-



At least it isn't an expensive hobby he decides.
As he wanders outside laughing as he begins to till the ground once again. Laughing at the silliness of it all, too many plants, and seeds yet he complies.



Soon spring planting season is gone.
Summer heat soon coming along, then the harvest, then the coldness that is winter, will bring to a dim memory all of this impulsive spending for a garden all our own.